[ethan has never been kissed before like the way elena kisses him.
it is explosive, intense. it is like being sent up to heaven. it is worship and holy, and there are never words that can describe how their bodies tangle together. how it makes him feel when she clings hold to him, when her mouth finds his own, when she claims him right back and they start to rock against each other. his hips rock against her own, and he pauses right along with her as he lets out a stifled noise of his own against her, chasing that whimper as he trembles and grips and grabs for her. his hand slides over her beautiful, gorgeous naked body underneath him. his hands slide over her body until it has built to that unbearable need. he thrusts into her again and again, deeper and deeper, harder, faster entering into her harder, harder still
until the whole fucking world explodes, until there is lights and color and feeling and nothing else everywhere and nowhere, and high-- like flying, like being ignited with the most amazing, intense, indescribable feelings. all of it crashes into him and out of him, and he is breathless as he slumps over top of her. if he wasn't holding on to her, he'd fall off of the counter.]
Fuck.
[and then he laughs once he catches his breath, once he unwinds, once he comes back to earth.]
That was-- Wow. [tiny, fond smirk as he kisses her mouth, kisses the hickey that he left behind.] You really do love those yellow gloves...